Read! Read! But he could not read..

Talk! If you can't read.

One day, a man came to see an optician.

Patient: Doctor, could you make me a pair of reading glasses because I can't read without it.
Doctor: OK, then. I'll be happy to help you.

So, the doctor prescribed for him reading glasses. But then the man came to the clinic again..

Patient: You must have gave me a wrong prescription!
Doctor: Why? I'm sure i gave you the right one.
Patient: My vision doesn't improve and I still can't read on using it.
Doctor: That is strange. Anyhow, do you know how to read?
Patient: That's why I asked you to prescribe me reading glasses!



Oh, dear! A pair of reading glasses never can help someone who is simply does not know how to read. So, the man above has a disease called 'illiteracy'....not so a disease after all. He is called as illiterate. Actually, millions of people all over the world are illiterate. Even in industrialized western countries as UK and the USA, approximately 20% of the population has 'low literacy level'. Surprised, huh?

You And I See

Who seeks joy in paradise will unite within for you and me.

This afternoon was very bright. Sun shone down on my head, lighting up my soul with hope. With the Noble Mushaf in my hands, I walked out from the hospital wetting my tongue with Surah Al-'Alaq. Al-'Alaq means The Clot.

Read! In the Name of your Lord, Who has created (all that exists), Has created man from a clot (a piece of thick coagulated blood). Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous, Who has taught (the writing) by the pen [the first person to write was Prophet Idrees (Enoch)], Has taught man that which he knew not.

(Quran 96: 1-5)

Nawal was patiently waiting for us on the Ground Floor. We felt sorry towards her but we had to finish our practical course. Again, sorry my dear Nawal! Then the four of us: Azzahra', Amal, Nawal and me went for a taxi to Maghrabi Eye Hospital right away after the class. It was 1.30 in the afternoon...sure tiring...but we had to be in the OT there. As soon as we reached the famous private hospital, we went upstairs and were welcomed warmly by the hospital attendants. Each of us supplied by a surgical suit and were directed to an Operation Theater after changing into our new attires.